Zhang Yue sat on the small mountain peak within the Mysterious Space, struggling to recover his spiritual power. Covered in injuries, he looked as wretched as a bloody ghost crawling straight out of the deepest abyss. His complexion was as pale as paper, entirely devoid of color, as if the very vitality of his life had been drained away. His lips were dry and peeling, with tiny cracks oozing beads of blood that sent piercing pain shooting through him with every slight twitch. Every breath felt as though a heavy hammer had struck his chest, making him wince in agony. "What kind of cursed place is this? How on earth do I get out of here? Wan'er is still waiting for me—I cannot die in this dump." He muttered these hoarse, faint words, which seemed ready to be swallowed by the eerie silence of the strange space at any second, while desperately trying to circulate the chaotic spiritual power within his body. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, tracing dirty trails across his dust- and blood-stained cheeks.
Just then, the oppressively calm, dim space suddenly rippled with a bizarre disturbance. The fluctuation spread outward at an astonishing speed, like a massive boulder thrown into the glassy surface of a lake. Zhang Yue lifted his head in sharp vigilance, only to see a gigantic shooting star dragging a long, dazzling tail of multicolored light. Like a frenzied beast breaking free from its cage, it whistled toward the small mountain peak where he stood …
Chapter 241